Breaking their kiss, Ivan and Arna panted for some, still yearning for another round. With an arm around her waist, Ivan's long finger gently brushed the smudged lips from the corner of her lips.
He asked when she awkwardly changed her straddling position and sat sideways on his legs, "You can't keep your hands off me, will you really wait for the double wedding?"
He wouldn't be surprised if they get grey hair waiting for Noor. He didn't doubt Arsh, his friend was a conqueror but he fell for the snail princess.
"Double Wedding?" Arna uttered in confusion without remembering she had blurted it out in a drunken state. The thought of a double wedding had indeed crossed her mind when she and Ivan were talking about the wedding. But she hadn't voiced her thoughts as Noor had no idea about Arsh.
